We had just tucked the two little girls into their beds, when a knock came on the camper door. The girls’ father called, “Girls, come out and look at the sky!” I wasn’t initially happy about it, but as we traipsed outside, a smile lit my face. The sky was a beautiful pink, magical-like. We gazed at the clouds shimmering over Pennsylvania’s Susquehanna river, in awe of God’s artwork. Then I got to thinking about how often we miss out on beauty because it doesn’t fit into our schedule.
Fast-forward a few weeks later, and this time I had just helped three little ones settle down into bed for the night. The door to the little house swung open, and the words rang out “kids, come out and look at the moon!” Again, frustration rose up in me. But, I followed as the kids ran out into the yard in their pjs with their father. We gazed at a bright, round moon shining out over the coconut trees of Brazil, marveling at God’s creation.
As we stood there, I acknowledged that God was also inviting me to learn. Two similar happenings, with two different families, in two different continents, just a few weeks apart from each other, were not by chance. Is God like those fathers, wanting His children to gaze on his work? Would God take more delight in watching us if we were all more like those fathers- noticing beauty and inviting others to enjoy it, whether or not it “fits into the schedule?”
Learning Missions with Miss M. 